“I thought at the time that I couldn't be horrified anymore, or wounded. I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you safe.”
“I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself in its totality makes you safe.”
“It's so much more interesting to study a ... damaged world. I find it difficult to learn anything in a place that's too civilized.”
“You don't believe in Nature anymore. It's too isolated from you. You've abstracted it. It's so messy and damaged and sad. Your eyes glaze as you travel life's highway past all the crushed animals and the Big Gulp cups.”
“I was young, and I was damaged, and I couldn’t imagine being not young, and not damaged.”
“Do you get the same peace of mind that I do when you're causing random damage? Especially random, senseless, mindless damage that serves no real purpose. That's my favorite kind, you know! That's the best!”